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Tony sat in his chair staring at the screen in front of him. Ever since Natasha called and told him Steve had been shot and Peter was taken by Ross, he hadn't stopped working on locating them. The Raft Prison had moved since the last time he'd been there, and his access had been revoked anyway.

"Boss, I believe that you require sleep if you wish to function at full capacity," Came Friday's overly cheery voice from above him. The billionaire rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure why the AI was still active at the moment. He should have muted her ages ago, but she offered the only semblance of comfort he could get while Pepper was in California and Rhodey was in Washington DC.

"Friday run the trace again." He rolled his chair over to the other side of the room. He grabbed the pot of coffee he'd made earlier and refilled his mug again. The side of the mug had the words #1 Superhero printed on the side. It was a gift from Peter from his birthday. As he took the first sip of the black elixir, the ring of his phone filled his ears. It made his head spin for a second before he closed his eyes and took a calming breath allowing the world to stop spinning.

"Friday send the caller to voicemail," he said scooting his chair back in front of his computer and letting his hands once again fly over the keyboard.

"He says its urgent Boss."

"I don't care Friday. If it's not about Peter, I don't have time."

"He claims to be a scientist on the Raft prison sir."

Tony's world stopped as he stammered asking for the call to be put through. His heart was racing. This could be a trap, or it could be a miracle. And at this point, he didn't care which one it was.

"Talk," he demanded when the line connected.

"Mr. Stark? My name is Dr. Delroy Pax. I know what you're looking for, but you have to help me."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Tony asked while silently tracing the call.

"Peter. He's here. He talked about his aunt and uncle. Something about feeling like it was his fault. I don't know what else I could tell you," The genius leaned back in his seat considering.

"What do you want?" he finally asked.

"My family. If Ross finds out I told you he'll kill them. You get them off the grid and protected, I can give you the location of the Raft and let you in when you arrive."

"I can do that," Tony agreed quickly desperate for any lead on where Peter might be.

"I will tell Isabelle and Violet to fly to New York tonight. Someone will take them to a secure location."

"Fine. Where's Peter?"

"I'll send you the coordinates after my family lands."

THAT NIGHT

UNKNOWN CLEARING

Steve groaned as he sat up in bed. After he woke up, he'd wanted to immediately go and search for Peter. But Natasha had forced him to promise at least a week of bed rest. Which he promptly ignored. But every time he tried to leave, someone cut him off. It was getting annoying, especially since the length of time extended after he'd ripped his stitches. He was frustrated that he couldn't do anything.

Why did it matter whether or not he was ok? Recovering Peter was most certainly more important. So, when the little phone his girlfriend accidentally left in his room started ringing, he didn't hesitate to pick it up.

"Hi, Tony."

"Cap, I have a lead on Peter. I know where he is."

THE NEXT DAY

OUTSIDE NEW YORK CITY

"So, the family is safe?" Tony asked as he parked his convertible outside the quinjet. He seemed nervous.

"Ross will never find them," Natasha confirmed.

"You up for this Capsicle?"

"I've been shot before Tony. I know what I'm doing. I know my limits," Steve responded slightly touched that his former friend cared enough to ask.

"Good. I brought something for you," he said opening the trunk to his expensive car. He took out a large object covered in a tarp and handed it to the fugitive. Steve carefully removed the tarp and took a sharp intake of breath. The colors of his former uniform shining on the metallic surface of the shield in his hands.

"Tony, I don't know…"

"Look, I made some mistakes. Turns out resentment is corrosive, and I hate it. Plus, we need to do everything we can to get Peter back. You're my best hope right now."

Wordlessly Steve nodded. It was a lot to take in. He hadn't touched the shield in over a year. It was terrifying to think about sometimes. The shield belonged to Captain America, and he hadn't been that man in over a long time.

"Thank you, Tony," he said sincerely.

"Yep, don't get too emotional or anything," Tony said pushing past everyone and entering the jet. "Oh, and by the way, you might want to shave the beard."

The super soldier rolled his eyes at the antics before following his lead and boarding.

"Ok birdies we're clear for takeoff," Tony said as he entered. He walked to the cockpit to see Clint and Sam at the helm. Clint shook his head smirking while Sam looked mildly offended.

"Are you the one who wrote that receipt?" he asked incredulously.

"No of course not… I got the bookkeeper to write it."

"Let's get going boys, we got a spider to save," Natasha said entering the front of the plane. She wore her traditional jumpsuit with the emblem of her name on the belt. A few guns were holstered on her hips and thighs and everyone knew she had multiple knives hidden on her. Although the only one who knew exactly where those were was Steve. Her hair was back to its original red color and it was straightened falling against her shoulders.

Clint nodded as the engines started up and they began to fly higher into the sky. Tony relayed the coordinates and landing point that Dr. Delroy had given him and they were off. Speeding off across the Atlantic preparing for a final offensive against Ross. Steve came back into the room wearing his uniform, be it slightly modified.

The colors were a lot darker than anything he'd worn before, but it fit. After everything that had happened over the last couple of years after waking up from the ice, he wasn't sure he could've worn his original costume again. Wanda entered behind him. Scott had been left to watch over Laura and all the kids. Everyone looked around at themselves nervously. It had been a long time since they'd been in the same room. Even longer since they'd worked together. But if it got their Spider back it'd be worth it.

"Hold on a little longer Peter," Tony whispered quietly. "I'm coming."

Author's Note:
There you have it! The Tony and the rogue avengers finally reuniting for Operation: Save the Spider. Please comment and let me know what you think.